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A/N: All stuff in italics is Sirius' own words from the letter. Just to get that clear. Now, to the fic!
Remus could not believe it. He had a letter…from his Sirius, dead for over four years.
This is totally the result of Dumbledore shutting me up in my dear old mother's damned house for so long. I've got nothing to do, since you're not here, Remmie, so I decided to have some fun! Now, if you've found this, I assume you're in your house. Oh, alright, our house. I got special permission from Dumbledore to visit the house to plant this and others like it.
So your task is this, Moony, find all these love letters of mine, and see what happens. I'm doing this so you can relive every single memory of us. EVERY ONE.
And I'll know if you find them. You mark my words.
'No you won't,' Remus found himself thinking. 'You never will.'
Anyway, to work. The first memory. Think Remus. Our first meeting. Hogwarts, first year…
And suddenly, as if those words on the paper were an unspoken spell, the memory shimmered to life in front of the werewolf's eyes…
Flashback
A very small Remus Lupin sat on the Hogwarts Express, on his way to the school of witchcraft and wizardry. The compartment he was seated in was empty. Thank goodness. It was a wonder he was going to the school at any rate. As a werewolf, even a young one, he posed a serious threat to the students and staff. But Dumbledore saw no cause to worry. Perhaps the only reason his parents had let him go was to rid themselves of the burden he was, being a werewolf and all.
The compartment door slid open.
Remus looked up, startled from his thoughts. A boy his age stood in the doorway, one foot in, one out, as if unsure whether to come in or not. He had black hair that reached the collar of his white shirt, the fringe, although parted slightly in the middle, half covering his eyes. Merlin, those eyes. Like chips of ice.
"Is this seat taken?" the boy asked. He had a deep, throaty sort of voice that was light and carefree.
Remus gave a short shake of his head, and the dark-haired boy smiled and went into the compartment, dragging his trunk behind him.
As he carefully arranged his trunk and belongings, Remus took stock of the boy. He had a simple white T-shirt on, paired with faded jeans that were too short and showed off an inch of tanned skin that ended in a sneakered (A/N: Is that a word?) foot.
As the blonde raised his eyes, he saw the boy looking at him amusedly. "Like my shoes?"
Remus blushed. The boy laughed. "What's your name?"
"Remus. Remus Lupin."
The boy tried the name on his tongue a few times. Satisfied, he said, "That's an interesting name. Wanna know mine?"
Remus smiled. "Sure."
"Sirius Black."
"Really? I've heard about your family." Remus expected Sirius to be proud that his family was well known, but was surprised when the blue-eyed boy's forehead puckered in a frown.
"I don't want to talk about my family."
An awkward silence followed, in which Remus stared out the window at scenery flashing past too quickly to be seen. Sirius was the one to break the silence.
"Exploding Snap?"
The two boys then engaged themselves on the highly enjoyable game, not noticing the soft pitter patter as it started to rain, nor the knock of the corridor lady selling her snacks. Remus found himself actually being happy, for what seemed to be an eternity of sadness. Someone was actually talking to him, enjoying his company, not recoiling at every sight of him, not throwing curses and insults at him, not shunning him away from society.
Two more boys joined them shortly after. The taller one, with untidy black hair and blue (A/N?) eyes was James Potter. The other, a small boy, smaller than Remus, with watery blue eyes, was called Peter Pettigrew.
All four of them spent the rest of the train ride joking, playing Exploding Snap, and predicting their future in Hogwarts. But they agreed on one thing; they would be friends, no matter what House they were in. Remus found himself hoping very much that they were, especially Sirius.
And so was the first day they met. The fateful meeting, in a train compartment. The Marauders.
End of Flashback
Remus blinked a few times. The meeting in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express almost seemed like yesterday. He turned his attention to the letter in his hands again.
There were other empty compartments there, Remmie. But you interested me. So I sat with you. I made the choice Moony. And a damn good one, as it seems.
Remus felt a smile tugging at his lips, the first in many a day. Sirius was always so modest.
Your next memory is in the cellar. The place we so very enjoyed ourselves when we got drunk on your birthday. You know the spot.
Another smile, with images of a very sexy, naked Sirius, sprawled on top of an equally naked Remus.
Find it and have fun!
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